I love that we get drink and call each other crying. It's kind of our thing.
I really wanna talk..
if by talk you mean have nasty makeup sex involving marshmellow fluff.. I'm down
HOnestly. That's my one goal for this whole trip. I don't give a shit about souvenirs or sand. I want penis.
Last night you were talking while puking saying, "ahh the shoes and the purse, I'm gonna have to wash those"
i feel like god sat there all night pointing and laughing at me
He said bow chicka bow wow. I never thought being sexually degraded would be such a turn on.
She thinks Jesus was an astronaut.
Imagine cans of beer raining. Like not hitting you and hurting you. Just gently falling into your hand whenever you're sad
well he got me up crazy early but i got pizza for breakfast and an electric blanket to sleep with sooo he passed the one night stand test.
Looks better than the half a blow job I got the other night which I had to finish myself. From a chick I refer to simply as "mom jeans".
I fucked him on my yoga mat. Then we wake and baked and ate granola. So yes, you could say I found my center.
reason #1 why i should never live alone: i haven't put pants on since she left 26 hours ago. and ive made spaghetti 3 times.
she's throwing knives it scares me
update: broke ceiling. glass everywhere
Instead of going to my moms birthday party I went over and gave him head. I should win non girlfriend of the year award
Maverick's sitting in jail wearing a turkey costume and I am soooo jealous.
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